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My momma left me she hurt me real bad she told shane that he was my dad, 14 years ago
i could of been left in the cold winter snow but instead i lived and i met my real dad
Fresh of the yawning morning
The wickedness overdrive of rays flowing
Blue skies darken with clouds
Shearing the long roads with eternity
I sat, I breathed I followed
